Monday, December 1, 2008

The Virgin

When I moved into your bedI was not alone--- there weretwo of usA married woman and a virginTo sleep with youI had to offer the virgin in meI did soThis slaughter is permissiblein lawNot the indignity of itAnd I bore the onslaught ofthe insultThe next morningI looked at my blood stainedhandsI washed my handsBut the moment I stood before the mirrorI found her standing thereThe one whom I thought I had slaughtered last nightOh God!Was it too dark in your bedI had to kill one and I killed the other ?